Have you ever been to a place that is beautiful to its lair without being pompous about it? If yes, then you have already known paradise on earth and if no, then this is your opportunity.
They don’t call Kerela ‘God’s own country’ for no reason. It has beautiful places that rested back and saw the world move. Wayanad is one such place that has managed to keep commercialization at bay and held firmly to its roots, quietly sitting near the foot of the country, welcoming home anyone and everyone who steps here. To all those who love beauty in simplicity, this place will not disappoint you.
For twelve people from Bangalore we booked a twelve-seater Traveler that started at eight-thirty in morning and reached by seven thirty in night, mostly because we forced our driver to stop many times on the way to click pictures and breathe in the fresh damp air. The road carves its way through Bandipur National Park and once in a while you can spot dears and elephants in the forests adjoining the roads. The rain kissed roads are wide, clean, curvy and green. Once you enter the Kerela border, the journey turns jaw-dropping picturesque, so does the weather. The famous stooping coconut trees in wet fields, the thick fresh green vegetation jutting out on the cemented road ahead and the speeding Traveler through the snaking caves formed by tree branches bending on either side of the same wet road- if you love long drives, you have to be year. You can chose any time of the year. We chose October.